I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman -
I have detested you long enough.
I come to you as a grown child
Who has had a pig-headed father;
I am old enough now to make friends.
It was you that broke the new wood,
Now is a time for carving.
We have one sap and one root -
Let there be commerce between us.
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Ha, I find the ironic situation in this poem: In Song of Myself, Whitman boldly proclaimed that he would "be good" to the reader; that he "would be waiting somewhere"; that he was to be found "on the bottom of the boot sole." Whitman's style of writing takes time to digest (he repeats himself and meanders through thousands of images)but, the time spent with his work is so worth it. Pound confirms this.
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real thoughts of a real poet. The same thing happens with all of us. We hate some poets, but as we grow mature, we begin to appreciate them. 'Let there be commerece between us' is amazing as it echoes 'let there be light'.The two images are intermingled like the sap of Whitman and Pound.
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